Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.